Maybe this is it?

Musings

I think I may be checking out, never felt so ill. So just incase here is my little goodbye to you:
Not my words this time.
I gave my best shot. Love you all ♥

Ecclesiastes 3:1–8 (NKJV)

“To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:
A time to be born,
And a time to die;
A time to plant,
And a time to pluck what is planted;
A time to kill,
And a time to heal;
A time to break down,
And a time to build up;
A time to weep,
And a time to laugh;
A time to mourn,
And a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones,
And a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace,
And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to gain,
And a time to lose;
A time to keep,
And a time to throw away;
A time to tear,
And a time to sew;
A time to keep silence,
And a time to speak;

If you do remember me I hope it will be kindly.